THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: MARRY TO RIVAL'S SON

Chapter 9 THIS ISN'T ABOUT FEELINGS OR ROMANCE

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n a stark white, and the delicate pink furniture she had grown up with was gone. In its place was a cold,

ened, and her stomach churned. This room was the only memory of her mom that remained. Her dad had redecorated the ent

a redesign. It was erasure. Everything th

er voice echoing down the hall. It

nervously clutching the edge of her uniform. "

h the anger simmering beneath her words was hard to miss. Sh

darted around nervously. "It was... the new madam, miss.

us woman sitting downstairs in her glittering dress, acting like she owned t

he wants," Sarah stammered. "He said h

n take over her room, her space, her sanctuary. How could he? Did he have no respect for her? F

ny further and risk saying something she'd regret, Mia pointed toward the door. "Get out," she said curtly, her tone l

d from the room, her footstep

he dialed her father's number. It rang once, twice, and then went to voicemail. She red

ed. Her bed was probably sitting in some dusty storage room now, discarded like the rest of her t

here. Not over this. Her mother wouldn't want her to cry, she needs to be strong. For herself, for her mother.

t at least her clothes hadn't been thrown out, though they'd been shoved to the side, crammed in next to boxes o

....

s he stepped into his office and closed the door behind him, the weight of reality settled over him. He wal

alculated businessman. But no one, not his father, nor

ebellion against everything his father stood for. Jeremiah Sterling had built his empire on power and dominance, but Stefan wanted none of it. His mother, Diane, had been the only softness

e outside his window. His mind wasn't on the deal he had just c

eve it, not the marriage itself, but the sheer audacity of it. Mia had suggested the arrangement last night, and he'd agreed.

utdo the other, always locked in a battle for control. Stefan didn't know how or why it had started, and he didn't care. He had stopped caring about anything relat

n't love her, and she didn't love him, but they shared a mutual underst

m and efficient demeanor as steady as ever. Behind him was an older man ho

se said, stepping aside

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“"Let's get married," Mia declares, her voice trembling despite her defiant gaze into Stefan's guarded brown eyes. She needs this, even if he seems untouchable. Stefan raises a skeptical brow. "And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it. "We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering. "Shitty fathers. They want to take what's ours and give it to who they think deserves it." A pointed pause hangs in the air. "The only difference between us is that you're an illegitimate child, and I'm not." Stefan studies her, the heiress in her designer armor, the fire in her eyes that matches the burn of his own rage. "That's your solution? A wedding band as a weapon?" He said ignoring the part where she just referred to him as an illegitimate child. "The only weapon they won't see coming." She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine. "Our fathers stole our birthrights. The sole reason they betrayed us. We join forces, create our own empire that'll bring down theirs." A beat of silence. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance. "No divorces. No surrenders. If we're doing this, it's for life" "Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. Her father wants to destroy her life. She wouldn't give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit. ................ Two shattered heirs. One deadly vow. A marriage built on revenge. Mia Meyers was born to rule her father's empire (so she thought), until he named his bastard son heir instead. Stefan Sterling knows the sting of betrayal too. His father discarded him like trash. Now the rivals' disgraced children have a poisonous proposal: Marry for vengeance. Crush their fathers' legacies. Never speak of divorce. Whoever cracks first loses everything. Can these two rivals, united by their vengeful hearts, pull off a marriage of convenience to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs? Or will their fathers' animosity, and their own complicated pasts tear their fragile alliance apart?”